Something.
Are you okay?
No.
I’m scared.
Fuck.
I clench my jaw, staring at the word that strikes another level of fear inside me.
Scared…
I want to tell my security team.
But I need to know if I should. If you’re taking care of it, I won’t.
Not yet.
Nausea quakes my insides at her messages. It rocks me on my feet, and I have to lean against the wall to keep my balance. Staring at the phone, I want to tell her she should, though I know—as her stalker—that wouldn’t seem like something I’d tell her to do.
I have you, rockstar.
Give me time.
I’m going back to the studio tomorrow.
Radio Eleven is next week.
I’ll find them regardless of where you are.
No one touches you except me.
I don’t bother knocking on Kade’s door when I reach it.
“Where is he?” I ask, storming into the apartment.
“Afternoon,” Kade says.
“Kade, please,” I almost beg.
I stalk over to Kade’s computer setup, my gaze immediately going to the corner showing one of the cameras in Bonnie’s apartment. She’s sitting in the middle of her bed, staring at her phone like she’s thinking about responding.
I just want to hold her and tell her I’ll make it all okay.
“Has anyone else called her?” I ask him.
“No. She’s just been going through her things today,” he replies. He clicks over to one of Reed’s social media accounts where I can clearly see Rad’s username across the top of the screen.
TheRealDrummer85
Come hang, man.
I miss you.
You don’t need the rest of them to come see a friend.
There’s a photo attached between the messages, and I can clearly see a couple of women in the back on a stage with poles and neon lights surrounding them.
